Of all her wanton Hours?—Oh, I could rave now—
Abandon Sense and Nature.
Hence, all considerate Thoughts, and in their Room,
Supply my Soul with Vengeance, that may prove
Too great to be allay’d by Nature, or by Love. [Goes into the Garden after them.
Enter again Silvio melancholy, followed by Francisca.
Franc. But will you lose this Opportunity,
Her Lodgings too being so near your own?
Silv. Hell take her for her Wickedness.
Oh that ten thousand Mountains stood between us,